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Welcome delinquents to PHS #552. A few reminders, no rough housing, no running in the hallways, no cheating, and no talking back to your teachers. Beyond that, enjoy yourselves. After all these are the years you’ll look back on, and remember, you mother fuckers peaked too early.
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Public Highschool #552 was rebooted by Xereon and Aether. Content is copyrighted to PHS #552 unless otherwise stated. The skin is created by Wolf of Gangnam Style. The board and thread remodel is by Kagney and has been heavily edited. Banner Image Credit. Chatbox Credit
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NEW RP DISCORD SERVER. CONTACT "Shugo Yuy#5730" ON DISCORD FOR INFO.
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COME IN COME ALL AND WATCH THE SPECTACULAR STUDENTS FROM PUBLIC HIGH SCHOOL 552 AS THEY PIT AGAINST EACH OTHER IN BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN! Watch as students go toe to toe on this little tournament with an unbelievable budget allocation! See them bite each other in arena made of LEGOS! Make each other bleed in an artificial JUNGLE!, even go as far as making them break bones under an artificial STORM! Really, HOW BIG IS THE BUDGET ON THIS SHIT! SO PLACE OUR BETS AND GO WATCH BAREKNUCKLE BEATDOWN NOW!
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A brand new group is on the making, The Apostles, a Pillar-like group led by none other than our brand new headmaster, Gregoire Girard. A student body that would lead students and enforce the law on this little school of ours. Little is still known about this student body, but who knows? It might just be what the school needs.
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A lunch box is seen last Friday, around 12:37:08pm with an encouraging note packed inside. This appalling display that utterly lacked manliness has left many students stunned and outrage, as some decided, after a long while, to speak out against it.
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"What is a man? A miserable little pile of secrets. Fuck outta' here."
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 7, 2015 19:33:11 GMT -5
Juelz listened to Yannick's words with eager attention. Performance Enhancers? The image of Bane from the Batman animated series flooded his mind. He saw musclebound men; drooling, tattered clothes, and with the physical capabilities of Hercules himself. How could anyone compete with such a force? Juelz valued himself an excellent fighter, but even he knew his limitations. Though they were skyscraper high, these pills were undoubtedly sun level heights. But the concoction also seemed to be the "prototype" phase. There was still a change Yannick could make these pills even better; Juelz couldn't even fathom the outcome if his fellow rookie had the ability to do so... But something told the amber eyed teenager that he did. "Very generous offer, Haas. One so generous, I couldn't decline even if I wanted too." He chuckled; that looming shadow still hanging over him with bared fangs. "It isn't like you to offer something to this extreme for free." His eyes shifted over to the downtown area, "your trust is acknowledged, Haas. Together we'll take NYC by storm and the underworld will forever remember our names." Juelz eyed the suitcase for a few seconds before he continued. "If you have ran the numbers, that large of an increase in my clientele will leave me not needing the income I make for the pills. So, consider this a trail period, if you will. I'll push it, but you can keep 100% of the profit the first wave. Consider this my way of showing my trust in you, bro. When it sells" No "ifs" about it, "We will discuss more bigger moves when we approach that bridge. But you said this is still the prototype, so a apart of me remains skeptical. What are the biggest side effects to this drug? And is it controllable?" |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 8, 2015 4:10:02 GMT -5
With Santana's acceptance of the offer, Yannick felt as though a weight was lifted from his shoulders. He sighed in relief, and smiled. The fact that he was even going to risk this much on a pill Yannick made on a whim said a lot about Santana's character. It was almost a bad move. The only thing that kept it from being such was the fact that the Haas were all reliable.
"Well, I'll be honest with you," Yannick shrugged, holding up his pill and staring at it. "With any drug, the good comes with the bad. Cocaine gives you a rush, you get energy, you do things, but you kill the fuck outta your brain. This is similar." And to demonstrate that, the man would pop the pill into his mouth and swallow it with gritted teeth. "It acts fast. In roughly thirty seconds you will be able to see muscle growth. Pupils will dilate, mass will increase roughly one-and-a-half times. Even small folk will become beasts, as you will see right - AGH!! -- now!"
Yannick would keel over slightly, his body feeling a sudden surge of pain as his muscles grew to the point it looked as though his suit was going to tear itself apart. He would even look taller than he was before. Having previously been roughly three inches shorter than Santana, Yannick was now almost three inches taller.
"The muscle change is painful, but once over, the body feels light, energy flows through you like you've never felt. For a good while, all of your physical abilities are enhanced, and it's almost as though you hear, see, and smell everything clearly for the first time. However, moments in, the brain begins to stop providing useful functions like inhibitions, and you're just left with a strong man, in most cases. In my case, I've got enough control over it that it won't fuck me up yet - not until it wears off." Yannick would clench a tight fist, before looking back to Santana. "When the drug wears off, the physical change is painful. The growth is lost, and the bones readjust to make up for it. Now, with one pill every so often, there are no side-effects other than occasional joint pain. But if you were to take two or more at one time, I would imagine you would have faulty cognitive functions and irreparable brain damage, the second or third time through."
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Post by Damien 'Mayhem' Caine on Feb 10, 2015 3:51:08 GMT -5
As the deal and talk went on upstairs. Mayhem would step up to those that blocked him. One was foolish and would go for a weapon, he would be the first to go down. Mayhem would just jump in forward and slam a jab with all his weight behind it into the guys jaw sending him straight down to the ground. The guys next to him jumping to the sides so as not to be hit by the guy as he fell. Swing the right arm outwards as he stepped in again his fist would collide with another jaw. Then turning and swing back across into a hook, a third jaw would feel his wrath.
Those left were smarter, they backed off as he attacked and went for guys. One managing to get a shot off and hitting Mayhem in the shoulder. Mayhem jacket would be parted by the path of the bullet. However the clothes underneath, where the most expensive combination of bulletproof clothes and fashion that could be bought. It would hurt that was for sure but it wouldn't stop him. Another step forward and a raising left leg, His leg would sweep across and hit each guy's gun arm in turn sending them flying.
"BOO"
Mayhem would shout with a laugh and the guys would back off. This crazy display and taking the bullet without a care. Then he would just walk pass them as they hesitated, stepping on the first guy that he fell as he walked pass and headed up to the roof. Mayhem would knock on the door of the roof loudly. Before shouting through it.
"You guys gonna wrap this up so I can leave this little Shindig. I'm getting bored. OH and one other thing. Hire better goons or at least fork out for armour piecing rounds."
Mayhem would turn and walk back downstairs, to a room of guns pointed at him. Mayhem would ignore them, and calmly walk back over to where his corner had been. Grab Hearts by the arm and pull her into a deep kiss before pushing her off and into a wall, and heading to the bar, for a drink.
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Post by ✞ ascension ✞ on Feb 20, 2015 2:45:36 GMT -5
The amber eyed teenager stood his ground as Yannick himself took the performance enhancer. But nothing could prepare him for what he would witness next. The transformation was akin to Bruce Banner morphing into the hulk; but water downed, of course. Juelz lowered his thick tinted shades and examined the physique of Yannick as he spoke. He was indeed much larger than before and had the physical bulk of a man who could easily tip over a tanker with a single shoulder rush. Once the explanation finished, Juelz had one single question he needed answer. Everything else fell in place like jigsaw puzzle pieces; the little demonstration was all that was needed. Juelz took in a huff of air before he spoke. "A---....?!" The sound of gun fire interrupted said question. The teenagers smartphone vibrated from deep within his blazer pocket. He reached for the iPhone and read over the characters glowing on the dark skin. "Are you fucking serious..?" Seemed the ivory locked man-baby grew tiresome of his main role this drug filled night. "Mayhem is trying to fuck up everything. That single shot will attract the authorities." He explained the situation to the hulking "scientist" beside him as he began returning the digital message with dexterous finger taps of his own. But before he could press the send button, Mayhem made his displeasure known with a barbaric bellow. "Fuck you,"Juelz replied; the two words he ever really had to say to the man. With a sigh of frustration, his squad knew what needed to be done to get things under control in a timely manner, so he left damage control to them while he continued the conversation with Yannick. "Fucking idiot... But like I was saying," he adjusted his collar casually. "Something like this is taken straight from comic books, Haas. What are your plans with the final product? Sell it to the Military that pays the most? Government, maybe? Something tells me these pills main purpose isn't the streets." |
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Post by Yannick Haas on Feb 20, 2015 17:54:29 GMT -5
"Don't worry about the authorities," Yannick replied casually. The men in this area were in his pocket. Easy, whimsical men, whose loyalties were cheap, despite the badges they adorned. Money had power.
"The fact that it seems fiction is the very reason no one else would try it, of course," the man replied with a shrug. He evidently didn't care much about the dispute downstairs, or the white-haired man's interruption. "They're what will give us control and power. I don't need money, that's not what's important. Expansion. Territory. Manpower. Loyalty. This is what this drug will give us. The city, the state, the region, and eventually the country. You gotta think on the larger scale, here, friend," the hulking man said with a grin on his face, and a monstrous hand patting Juelz on the shoulder. "So, what I will do with it is not really the question. You should be asking yourself what you will do."
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